Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 13th

I started my spring break by taking a Spanish Exam at 9 a.m. It was exactly how I had envisioned my Italian spring break starting, so, so far everything was going according to plan. We got to the airport with 100 hours to spare since the low-budget airline surprisingly got delayed. But wonders will never cease and the plane did eventually take off as well as...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 12th

I got caught staring out the window in Spanish, cheating in global communications, talking in history of women, and passing notes in Sexuality. So I would say that it was my most successful day at school yet. If I don’t get student of the week then a serious injustice will have occurred. In between my stellar classes, I went to the travel book store to...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 11th

From the very first night at dinner, Emi made it clear that she loves loves loves fruits and vegetables. What she left out of her love poem to fruits and vegetables was that she loves low prices more. So Emi usually buys a bushel of the fruit of the week and gives it to us for breakfast every morning. Three days ago I ate a pear that was so unripe, i’m...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 10th

I thought because I had done something cultural and educational this weekend that school would be canceled. Apparently I thought wrong. I only went to my first two classes so I could spend time with the visiting friends. However, because I’m attending a watered-down high school, I did not try to avoid my professors or the actual building when I was skipping....

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 9th

It is surprisingly easy to wake up before noon after a long night of amateur prostitution. I headed out before the sun came up to go see the famous Picasso exhibit at the Reina Sofia. I hurried inside and stood in front of Guernica for exactly three whole seconds before I realized I had no idea what anything meant. Everyone around me whispered in excited tones...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 8th

Call me naive and suburban but I have an ongoing problem that causes me to mistake public transportation for cheap amusement rides. On the edge of Madrid is something called a telerifico or tellerico or telecrico. It didn’t matter because I have been referring to it as a sky ride since the first day that I saw a picture of it. So when we were trying to...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 7th

Our friends from Syracuse came in bright and early so we headed down to their hotel which is conveniently located on the edge of prostitute plaza. The morning prostitutes are not as bright-eyed or as eager as the afternoon shift, but I applaud their efforts at such an early hour. I showed off my Spanish skills ordering cafe con leche and a croissant with ham...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 6th

Because I like to waste all my money on food, I went out for a second breakfast at the Spanish equivalent of a Friendly’s. I got eggs, bacon, pancakes, and of course the always nutritious french fries. And because its Spain and they are determined to be as healthy as possible, they have chocolate sauce for the pancakes. So began another wonderful day in...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 5th

I got my first midterm back and I don’t want to brag but I did amazingly average. I got a C, which I thought was pretty phenomenal without studying, reading, or listening to lectures. I took myself out to celebrate at Bar Miguel Angel’s Fiesta de Sangria. It was by the far the best post-class drinking experience I have ever had in my life. Except...

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Studying Abroad in Madrid: March 4th

Because my mother’s given me more nightmares than terrorists, I decided to walk to school today. Nothing wakes you up more than a brisk 40-minute walk through Madrid at 8 A.M. I’m trying to stay positive, even in the face of mortal danger. If I hadn’t walked to school, I would never have known that the homeless men began cat-calling so early...

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